Sometimes when I'm alone in the apartment, I get freaked out, because Caroline's Jon Stewart screensaver watches me, and it's creepy. Quit eyeballing me, Jon.
Downloaded ROTK. (Viewings = 5) I was very impressed by how high-quality an illegal recording it was. Excellent sound quality, and after about the first reel I didn't even notice the color differences and graininess. Kudos, random illegal recorder. Little things I noticed this time: Gandalf sent three eagles to Mount Doom. Three. He sent an eagle for Gollum. Sniff. Also, the increasing wound around Frodo's neck, and the idea that the weight of the ring is growing and just tearing him up. Sniff. And I can't believe I didn't realize this before, but just before the Rohirrim ride down onto the Pelennor Fields, when they give up the three shouts? They're shouting, "Death!" There is something so wonderfully barbaric about that, I love it. LOVE.
Um, that's all.
Saturday, January 31, 2004
Friday, January 30, 2004
Okay, so I'm taking two 100-level classes this semester: Medieval Civ and Psychology. Dude. Stupid freshmen are stupid. They think they're profound, but they're actually just stupid, and they just yammer on and on with their fake stupid profundity and I hope to the gods that I wasn't that stupid and annoying when I was a freshman. Anyways...
The overhead lightbulb in the bedroom burned out. It's all dark and atmospheric now, and I really want to take a nap. Not because I'm necessarily tired per se, but because I am ruled by my primitive brain stem. This is why winter is problematic for me. If I'm outside, and it's dark, it doesn't even matter if it's only 5pm. Dark = sleepytime. And I quite enjoy the sleepytime. So now I'll have fun the rest of the evening fighting off the urge to climb into bed and call it a day. Stupid lightbulb.
Thus ends my two paragraphs detailing two different stupid things in my day. :)
The overhead lightbulb in the bedroom burned out. It's all dark and atmospheric now, and I really want to take a nap. Not because I'm necessarily tired per se, but because I am ruled by my primitive brain stem. This is why winter is problematic for me. If I'm outside, and it's dark, it doesn't even matter if it's only 5pm. Dark = sleepytime. And I quite enjoy the sleepytime. So now I'll have fun the rest of the evening fighting off the urge to climb into bed and call it a day. Stupid lightbulb.
Thus ends my two paragraphs detailing two different stupid things in my day. :)
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
'Rings' characters discuss Oscar snub
by Molly J. Ringwraith
Jan. 27, 2004
MINAS TIRITH (AP) – The city of Minas Tirith has been abuzz today over the news that 'The Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King,' while receiving 11 nominations including Best Picture and Best Director, did not receive any nominations for acting.
"Eleven nominations?" said Pippin Took, of the Shire. "Well, that's good news."
His friend Meriadoc Brandybuck responded by swatting him over the head with the newspaper and protesting, "But the cast is a part of this movie! Aren't they?"
Their kinsman Frodo Baggins shared Brandybuck's dismay. Upon reading the list of nominations, Baggins commented with an ironic chuckle, "They've left out one of the chief characters: the cast. I want to hear more about them." Waxing solemn and soulful, he added, "The movie wouldn't have got far without the cast."
"You almost don't want to watch the awards ceremony," contributed Baggins' gardener and loyal valet, Samwise Gamgee, "because how can it be happy? How can the awards go right when so much bad has been nominated? Folks in that Academy had lots of chances of voting for these actors, only they didn't."
Legolas Greenleaf, of the Mirkwood realm, commented somewhat cryptically on the Academy's choices, "A red sun rises. Lame decisions have been made this night." When asked to clarify his opinion, he told reporters that he had not the heart, for the grief was still too near, and retired for a walk in the forest.
His companion, Gimli son of Gloin, had sharper remarks to make upon the chosen nominees. "Mystic River? What madness drew them there? You'll find more cheer in a graveyard!"
But wizard Gandalf the White urged a more optimistic approach. "Do not be too eager to deal out Oscars in judgement," he advised. "That is not for us to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the Oscars we are given."
Meanwhile, his colleague Saruman the formerly-White was in favor of retaliation against the Academy: "Too long have those peasants stood against us," Saruman said, referring to the Academy's failure to give any fantasy film the Best Picture Oscar yet. "Leave none alive! To war! There will be no dawn for film critics!"
Treebeard, of the Ents, told reporters after much deliberation and exchanging of long names, that he was in agreement with this proposed course of action. "There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of Men for this treachery," he declared. "My business is with Beverly Hills tonight. With heads made of cotton candy and rock."
"I do not doubt their hearts," Eomer of Rohan conceded. "Only the size of their brains." He then returned to the task of loading up forty of his men and horses with toilet paper and Maps to the Stars' Homes, for a "secret midnight mission" that he regretted he could not give details about.
At least one individual, calling himself Smeagol, claimed to be making plans to steal the Oscar statuettes. "Oscar is sooo pretty, sooo golden," said Smeagol. "We will take the statuesss once the Hollywood snobses are dead! Ye-esss, precious!" He then quickly added, groveling at the feet of reporters, "No! No! We were only joking! Smeagol wouldn't hurt a fly! Nice movie industry." He crawled away before he could be questioned further.
Still others appeared not to care about the snub. Lady Eowyn of Rohan said with a shrug, "The women of this country learned long ago that those without Oscar nominations may still get dates to awards ceremonies. I fear neither critics nor fans." Lord Boromir, a native of Minas Tirith, dismissed the concerns, claiming, "Gondor has no actors. Gondor needs no actors."
But overall the mood was one of mild disgust. As Lord Aragorn put it to reporters, "The day may come when the Academy is able to find their ass with a flashlight. But this is not that day."
**stolen from someone's livejournal; unfortunately, i am not this witty**
by Molly J. Ringwraith
Jan. 27, 2004
MINAS TIRITH (AP) – The city of Minas Tirith has been abuzz today over the news that 'The Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King,' while receiving 11 nominations including Best Picture and Best Director, did not receive any nominations for acting.
"Eleven nominations?" said Pippin Took, of the Shire. "Well, that's good news."
His friend Meriadoc Brandybuck responded by swatting him over the head with the newspaper and protesting, "But the cast is a part of this movie! Aren't they?"
Their kinsman Frodo Baggins shared Brandybuck's dismay. Upon reading the list of nominations, Baggins commented with an ironic chuckle, "They've left out one of the chief characters: the cast. I want to hear more about them." Waxing solemn and soulful, he added, "The movie wouldn't have got far without the cast."
"You almost don't want to watch the awards ceremony," contributed Baggins' gardener and loyal valet, Samwise Gamgee, "because how can it be happy? How can the awards go right when so much bad has been nominated? Folks in that Academy had lots of chances of voting for these actors, only they didn't."
Legolas Greenleaf, of the Mirkwood realm, commented somewhat cryptically on the Academy's choices, "A red sun rises. Lame decisions have been made this night." When asked to clarify his opinion, he told reporters that he had not the heart, for the grief was still too near, and retired for a walk in the forest.
His companion, Gimli son of Gloin, had sharper remarks to make upon the chosen nominees. "Mystic River? What madness drew them there? You'll find more cheer in a graveyard!"
But wizard Gandalf the White urged a more optimistic approach. "Do not be too eager to deal out Oscars in judgement," he advised. "That is not for us to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the Oscars we are given."
Meanwhile, his colleague Saruman the formerly-White was in favor of retaliation against the Academy: "Too long have those peasants stood against us," Saruman said, referring to the Academy's failure to give any fantasy film the Best Picture Oscar yet. "Leave none alive! To war! There will be no dawn for film critics!"
Treebeard, of the Ents, told reporters after much deliberation and exchanging of long names, that he was in agreement with this proposed course of action. "There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of Men for this treachery," he declared. "My business is with Beverly Hills tonight. With heads made of cotton candy and rock."
"I do not doubt their hearts," Eomer of Rohan conceded. "Only the size of their brains." He then returned to the task of loading up forty of his men and horses with toilet paper and Maps to the Stars' Homes, for a "secret midnight mission" that he regretted he could not give details about.
At least one individual, calling himself Smeagol, claimed to be making plans to steal the Oscar statuettes. "Oscar is sooo pretty, sooo golden," said Smeagol. "We will take the statuesss once the Hollywood snobses are dead! Ye-esss, precious!" He then quickly added, groveling at the feet of reporters, "No! No! We were only joking! Smeagol wouldn't hurt a fly! Nice movie industry." He crawled away before he could be questioned further.
Still others appeared not to care about the snub. Lady Eowyn of Rohan said with a shrug, "The women of this country learned long ago that those without Oscar nominations may still get dates to awards ceremonies. I fear neither critics nor fans." Lord Boromir, a native of Minas Tirith, dismissed the concerns, claiming, "Gondor has no actors. Gondor needs no actors."
But overall the mood was one of mild disgust. As Lord Aragorn put it to reporters, "The day may come when the Academy is able to find their ass with a flashlight. But this is not that day."
**stolen from someone's livejournal; unfortunately, i am not this witty**
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
I want to go see ROTK on an IMAX screen. Sigh. When it wins Best Picture*, maybe they'll re-release it something fierce. That would be cool.
*I don't see any possible way for it to lose BP, or Director for Jackson for that matter, but if it does, I will personally blame myself for the above comment, stated so matter-of-factly.
*I don't see any possible way for it to lose BP, or Director for Jackson for that matter, but if it does, I will personally blame myself for the above comment, stated so matter-of-factly.